The Faded Portrait

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The hand trembled, not from cold, but from the specific, grinding fatigue of holding a weight that did not exist. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cratered earth, his fingers white-knuckled around the frame of a photograph. The image inside was faded, the colors leached out by years of pocket heat and sweat, but the face was clear. Julian. Dead for three years. Elias knew this. Elias did...

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